Here is the second chapter of my first fanfiction! YAY! *throws confetti*
Anyway, I don't really like this chapter very much, but I need to post it anyway. Originally this was a bit longer, but I had to end it because it was well, too long. I'm going to try to keep each chapter at around 3,600 words. The next chapter should have much more action and I will be updated quicker, so subscribe, put it on your alerts, and review! I love reviews! A big thank you to the anonymous "GRAVIFAN" for your comment on Chapter 1!
Oh yah, one more thing. I managed to forget to put a disclaimer on the first chapter, so here it goes…
DISCLAIMER: I do not, in any way own gravitation or the characters from gravitation. Nor have I ever, or will I ever own anything associated with Gravitation.
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Shuichi didn't know what to do next. He still had about 30 minutes until he was supposed to be at NG Studios. He should probably just tell the truth, but would they believe him? He doubted it. It was just like a kid who tells their teacher that they forgot their homework at home when really they just didn't do it. The only thing was that Shuichi really had done his work. He had put all of his effort into that song. He thought that it was one of his best yet.
The only thing that Shuichi could think of doing now was to try to write a new song in the little amount of time that he had. It would most certainly be horrid. You can't rush art.
With a sigh Shuichi sat down at his desk and pulled out a notebook. His mind was completely blank. This was pointless. Shuichi always wrote his best songs after something good happened to him, but there had been nothing good in the past few days. Or had there? Shuichi remembered the way he had felt when he saw that man at the library. Eiri Yuki… he liked the name.
Shuichi gave a squeal of happiness. Maybe he would be able to shell out a halfway decent song after all. Eiri Yuki had brought up emotions in him that he had never felt before. Even though he didn't really even know the man, it almost seemed like he loved him.
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Yuki sat at his desk and stared at the number in front of him. Who would have thought that a bratty little kid could make him feel like this? He hadn't seemed very special when they met at the library. But Yuki knew that if he didn't do something now he would regret it. Hesitantly, Eiri grabbed his cell phone. Would the kid even pick up? Might as well try. Yuki punched in the seven numbers from off the paper. He placed the phone at his ear and listened to the quiet ringing. One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings…was this kid ever going to pick up?... five rings, click… "Moshi Moshi?"
"Uh, hello… Is this Shuichi Shindou?"
"Yah. Who's this?"
"This is Eiri Yuki…From the library."
"Oh, yes. I remember you. Can I help you with something?"
"Actually, I think I may be able to help you with something."
"Really? What?"
"Well, did you happen to lose a piece of paper the other day? It's pink with purple roses. I found it on the floor."
"What?! You have it! Really? Oh my god! Thank you so much!"
"Uh, yah. No problem. So when would be the best time for me to get it back to you."
"Well actually I sorta need it today. Do you think it would be possible for you to get it to me in… well, the next 20 minutes or so?"
"20 minutes? Well I guess I could try," Yuki wasn't use to doing things this nice for people, but he really wanted to see that boy again.
"Oh, that's great! Thank you so much! Um, should we meet somewhere or would you like me to just give you my address?"
"Why don't you just tell me your address. It will probably be faster that way," Yuki didn't really think that it would be any faster, but he liked the idea of seeing where the boy lived.
Yuki grabbed a pen and copied the address that the boy told him onto the index card that also contained his name and number.
"Ok. You don't live too far from me. I'll be there in a few minutes."
Yuki grabbed his black coat from off the back of the coach and headed out the door. He still wasn't sure what exactly was driving him to do this.
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Shuichi was so excited that he tipped backwards off of his chair. He just lay sprawled on the floor with a huge grin plastered to his face. How lucky could he get? Not only was he getting his song back, but he was also going to get to see Eiri. Who knows… he might be able to give Tohma two new songs today. He had already made significant progress on the song that was inspired by Eiri Yuki. Nothing had ever came to him so naturally before. The lyrics just poured out whenever Shuichi thought of the blond man.
Shuichi picked up the notebook and continued working on his newest song while he waited for his inspiration to come knocking at his front door.
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Yuki glanced down at the index card once more. Yes, he was at the right address, but for some reason this wasn't exactly what he had been expecting to find. The house was actually quite large. It was two stories high and fairly good sized by Japanese standards. Yuki pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine of his Mercedes.
He approached the front door of the house with the pink paper in his hand.
I wonder if he lives here alone. I don't see any other cars. What am I saying… a teenage boy wouldn't live in a house this size by himself.
Yuki knocked twice on the door and waited. He heard steps approaching and then the click of a lock. The door swung open to reveal the small boy. Yuki's heat skipped a beat. Hadn't he noticed how cute this boy was before? His large violet eyes peered up through thick eyelashes. His bright pink hair slightly ruffled and an adorable smile on his lips.
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"Hello Yuki-san. Thank you very much for bringing this all the way here."
"Um, no problem. Here you go."
"Arigato. Would you like to come in?"
"Well, um…I guess."
Shuichi was trying very hard not to jump up on the man. He just couldn't believe his luck. He never would have dreamt that he would have the most gorgeous man in the world standing in his living room. Is heart was racing and his palms were sweating.
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"Would you like some coffee?"
"Oh, No thank you. I don't have time to stay very long," Yuki didn't really need to leave anytime soon. He had just finished his latest book and had a few days to do whatever he wanted. Usually, after he finished a novel, he spent the next few days sleeping, smoking, and drinking.
"No problem, I actually have to be out of here in about 10 minutes myself."
"Do you have to work or something today?"
"Actually today I'm starting at NG Studios."
"Oh, Really? That's interesting."
"Hmmm? Have you heard of it before? The studio I mean."
"Yes. I have a few, connections, there," Yuki didn't even want to think of what his brother in law would say if he knew how he felt about this young boy.
"I've been wanting this for as long as I can remember. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. Thank you so much for returning my song. I really need it today. Actually I better get going soon or I'll be late."
So it was a song. That makes sense. But why would Tohma hire a kid like him?
Yuki stood up and once again reassured the boy that dropping off the song had been no trouble at all (although Yuki doubted that he would ever do anything this kind for anyone other than the pink haired boy). He followed the teenager out the front door and waited for him to lock up.
"Do you live here all alone?" Yuki asked Shuichi.
"Both my parents passed away a few years ago and they left this house in my care. Technically, my aunt owns it, but she really doesn't want much to do with me, so I live here alone."
"I'm sorry to hear about your family."
"It's ok. I really don't mind it that much. Sometimes I like being alone. I don't know if you would understand."
"No, I do. I prefer it actually," With every word spoken by the young boy, Yuki grew more attached to him. He had no one. But somehow he still managed to keep a smile on his face. That was more than Yuki could say about himself. People had always tried to help him out. He had his brother and sister, and even Tohma. Shuichi didn't have anyone, and Yuki was determined to change that.
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Shuichi waved at Eiri Yuki as he got into his car. He still couldn't believe that just a few minutes ago that man had been inside his house, having a conversation with him. He glanced at his watch; 7:25am. Shit! He was going to be late.
Shuichi took off running as fast as he could. The morning air was still chilly and he wished that he had worn something over his tee shirt. When he finally arrived at the studio he was exhausted. He bent over with his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath. After his breathing had returned to normal he opened the large front doors and peered inside.
The room was just as large as he remembered. Shuichi hurried over to the elevator and pushed the up button repeatedly. When the doors finally open he jumped inside and pressed the button for the 3rd floor.
"Your late Shuichi," said Tohma when Shuichi entered his office.
"I know, I know. I'm really sorry! I had an unexpected visitor this morning and I lost track of time. I tried to get here as fast as I could. I'm really really sorry!"
"I'll let it slip this one time, but don't let it happen again Shindou-san."
"Hai!"
"Ok, the recording booth is ready. We'll have you do a quick run-through to make sure everything is working right. Then, if I think you song is good enough…(glare)… I'll have you record it."
"All right! I'll give it all I've got!"
"Very good."
Shuichi opened the door of the recording booth and stepped up to the microphone. He was shaking again. Why was he so nervous? This was what he had always wanted. If he messed it all up now he would never be able to forgive himself. Shuichi licked his lips and cleared his throat.
"Ok, you can start whenever you want Shindou-san."
Shuichi took a deep breath and started to sing. The air was overflowing with his melodic voice. He filled each and every word with emotion before he allowed it to pass over his lips. Shuichi began to grow more confident as the song progressed and soon he was at full power. His voice range true and clear. Tohma sat outside of the booth with a small smile on his lips. This boy was good.
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Yuki wasn't sure what to do when he got home. He smoked a few cigarettes and popped open a beer, but nothing tasted very good today. He thought about going to bed, but soon realized that his mind was too filled with the memory of Shuichi to even contemplate sleep. He slowly walked into his office and turned his computer on. Might as well do something productive. Technically he was on vacation right now and wasn't expected to write anything, but Yuki needed to do something to get his mind off of the boy.
Yuki soon realized that writing love stories was not the best way to forget the person that you are in love with. Wait a minute. Was he in love? Did Eiri Yuki, the most handsome novelist in Japan, really love a pink-haired boy? He wasn't entirely sure. There definitely was something there though, and Yuki couldn't ignore it.
Yuki closed his computer and stood up. Maybe some brain numbing TV would do the trick. The writer plopped down on his sofa and switched in the TV. He sighed H He sighed as he flipped through the channels. What was the point of having 359 channels if nothing was ever on? He decided on a cheesy movie about a man and woman who fell in love. Maybe it could give him some ideas for his next novel. After about 5 minutes of watching Yuki realized that he wasn't absorbing anything from the movie. He just kept replaying the events from earlier that morning, over in his mind.
Oh well, there was no way to avoid it. Yuki needed to see Shuichi. He glanced at his watch. It was already 3:29. If Yuki could only find something to keep him busy for just a few more hours, then Shuichi would be back at home and he could call him. Yuki wasn't sure exactly what they would talk about. He could ask how the boy's first day at NG Studios went, but it was probably best to stay away from topics concerning Tohma. Shuichi really didn't need to know that Yuki was related to that man.
Yuki finally decided to try to pass the time by reading. Although, not totally effective, it still worked better than writing and TV had. He paid special attention to what kind of book he pulled off the shelf. Most of the novels that he owned were romance novels, but he did own a few mysteries too. Yuki pulled out a worn paperback book. The cover had nearly ripped off. He had already read this book several times, but Yuki decided that the murder mystery would be engrossing enough to keep him from going insane with thoughts of Shuichi. Not that that would be such a bad thing.
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Shuichi was shaking when he finally stepped out of the recording studio. Was he good enough? He had given it his all, and he thought that it had been fairly decent. But would Tohma Seguchi think so? Shuichi hoped with all of his heart and soul that he would.
When the singer looked up he was surprised to see Tohma smiling. This seemed like a good sign. The blond man gestured over at a small leather chair. Shuichi lowered himself onto the padded seat and waited for his boss to speak.
"Shindou-san, I am pleasurably surprised with your performance today. I thought that it was quite good. I would like to record the song that you sang for me today, and I would like it if you could start working on a few more songs as well. If all goes well I think that we might be able to release a short album in a few months."
"Th-thank you! I'll get started writing right away. I think I will be able to finish a second song by next week."
"Very good. I'll see you in a few days Shindou-san."
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Yuki couldn't stand it. He felt like blowing his brains out. He had never paid this much attention to anyone, except for himself, before. He really shouldn't call him. They had only just met that morning, but Yuki couldn't stop thinking about the boy…BOY! Yuki had never really had a preference when it came to gender. He had slept with more than his share of women and men. But Shuichi was a boy. Yuki was pretty sure that he wasn't even old enough to buy a pack of smokes yet.
Would Shuichi even accept Yuki's feelings? Not that Yuki was going to tell the brat how he felt, but if he were to, would Shuichi turn him down? Probably. Yuki wasn't even sure if Shuichi was into guys anyway. It was true that his appearance was anything but masculine, but did that really mean anything? Of course not. Why even try. Shuichi would never go out with some strange older man. Would he?
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Shuichi couldn't stop thinking about Yuki as he walked back home. "Yuki's" song was coming along quite nicely and Shuichi was sure that he'd finish it within the next few days. He hummed and tapped his hand on his thigh in time to the music in his head. The world seemed brighter when he thought of Yuki.
Over the years Shuichi had grown accustom to being alone. His only companion had been his music. He became completely absorbed. Everything was a song, a melody; the ocean crashing on the beach, a little singing bird, roses blossoming in spring, it all held a greater meaning. This was what Shuichi had survived off of. He hadn't needed anyone else. But now, he wanted something more. He wanted a friend. He wanted someone to talk to, and to share his thoughts and memories with. He wanted Eiri Yuki.
Shuichi arrived at his front door. He stuck his hand in his pocket and dug for his house key. When he finally found it, he put it in the lock and entered. The room was dark and cool. It felt nice after walking home in the hot sun. Shuichi set his stuff down and walked over to his couch. Usually the quiet was reassuring and relaxing, but today Shuichi felt like there was something missing.
If only Yuki could be his. Everything would be better if he could be held in the arms of the blond writer. But it would never happen. Shuichi knew that someone like him would never have any interest in a silly little pink-headed boy.
Shuichi didn't know what to do next. This man was all that he could think about, but he knew it was a lost cause. He couldn't stop himself from wishing and dreaming, but it only made it hurt worse. Just the mere thought of Yuki caused happiness to course through Shuichi. Knowing that Yuki would never feel this way about him, made him feel as if he were being stabbed through the heart.
He knew that there was no escape. No matter what happened, Shuichi's life would be forever intertwined with the existence of Eiri Yuki. He would never be able to forget those eyes, those lips, the small of cigarette smoke, and the sexy little smirk on his face.
Shuichi pulled a pillow up to his chest and hugged it tightly. What should he do? He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of never seeing Yuki again.
I could call him. I know I shouldn't, but I'm sure I could find his number. I'll never know if I don't try.
Shuichi jumped up from the couch and ran to get his cell phone. Yuki had said that he had connections at NG Studios hadn't he. That meant that someone there would probably have the number that Shuichi was desperate for.
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Yuki eyed his cell phone. He was willing it to call Shuichi on its own, because he was too much of a coward to get up and do it himself. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to hear the voice if the singer. Slowly, he stood up and walked over to the coffee table where his phone sat. Shuichi was the last person he had called, so all he had to do was press the little green send button. He knew he wanted it, but he just wasn't able to do it.
Yuki's hands were shaking and his palms were sweating. It felt like he was about to have a nervous breakdown. He wrapped his fingers around the small device and lifted it off the table. He just stood there and stared at the screen. Once or twice his thumb ventured over the green button, but never did he press down.
Out of nowhere the screen on the phone came on and an irritating trilling filled the room. Yuki gave a slight jump and nearly dropped the phone. After he regained his balance, he brought it close to his face so that he could read the name of the person calling him. To Yuki's shock and amazement, the screen read "Shuichi Shindou".
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Shuichi couldn't believe what he had just heard. His call to NG Studios had been answered by the secretary at the front desk. He had explained that he was looking for the number of a man named Eiri Yuki, and that he believed that one of the staff at NG may have it. She had seemed unsure, but agreed to ask their boss just in case. The secretary had obviously remembered who Shuichi was and she was very excited to inform him that Seguchi-sama had indeed confirmed that he had Yuki's number.
Shuichi waited patiently as his call was forwarded to Tohma. When his boss finally picked up, Shuichi wasn't exactly sure how to explain the reason for his call. Surprisingly, Tohma didn't seem too terribly interested in the motive behind Shuichi's call. Shuichi explained how Yuki and him had met at the library and that Shuichi just wanted to thank Yuki again for returning his song. This wasn't entirely true, but it was close enough.
Tohma had given him the number and explained that he had to attend a meeting shortly, but that he would talk to him soon. Shuichi was pleasantly surprised at how easy it had been to find the writers number. He pressed the end button and then quickly punched in the number that he had written on the back of his hand in purple marker.
The phone rang several times before there was a click and a hesitant voice replied, "Moshi moshi?"
"Hello. This is Shuichi. I'm sorry to have called you so soon after we talk, but well um…"
"It's fine. Actually…I had been thinking of giving you a call myself."
Shuichi didn't know what to say. Why would he want to call me? "Oh. Um, I'm glad I'm not disturbing you then."
"Uh, yes. Actually I was wondering. Uh would you…"
"Hmmm, would I?"
"Do you think you could meet me at the park tomorrow afternoon? You won't be working right?"
"No, I'm free. I'll be there."
"Well, I'll see you there then."
"Ok, goodbye."
"Bye."
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Yuki was a jumble of emotions. He was happy, scared, relieved, and most of all, nervous. Shuichi had said yes. Yuki still couldn't believe it. Asking something like that had pushed Yuki way out of his comfort zone, but he had recognized that this may be the only chance he would ever get to get closer to Shuichi. He was tired of always being cold and distant. He needed something, someone. And that someone was Shuichi Shindou.
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